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When Omer Smote Is Bloomin Lyre. Rudyard Kipling

When ′Omer smote ′is bloomin′ lyre,
He′d ′eard men sing by land an′ sea;
An′ what he thought ′e might require,
′E went an′ took, the same as me!

The market-girls an′ fishermen,
The shepherds an′ the sailors, too,
They ′eard old songs turn up again,
But kep′ it quiet, same as you!

They knew ′e stole; ′e knew they knowed.
They didn′t tell, nor make a fuss,
But winked at ′Omer down the road,
An′ ′e winked back, the same as us!

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